Absently drinking from an empty coffee cup while writing with eyes on the screen is the equilibrial equivalent to missing the nonexistent top stair-step while carrying laundry.

If you Tweeted me at 1:58 a.m. “I’m on my way back to Whiskey Dick’s” and at 2:17 a.m. “What up?”, um, wrong # and I’m not gonna make it.

Sometimes in my eagerness to make personal connections in the book signing line my mind jumps to inaccurate conclusions, then reinforces them madly. All through Minnesota I kept meeting people…View post

For most of my book tours, I stay at your basic Super 8-style motels. There are exceptions, as when I’m in a big city and a more central location is…View post

Burned five good minutes yesterday throwing breakers and switches trying to figure out why the air compressor wouldn’t run before I realized the tank was full.